Asymptomatic

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The Routine

Today was an interesting day for both Riley and me. Nana has vacation this week, and so she’s not at the house to watch Riley during the day when I’m working. Normally, Berta would take off these days, but she’s been taking off so many days on these occasions - from times that Nana needs off to times when I’ve got to be somewhere at the end of the day when Abby comes home from school - that it’s becoming a burden to her work. So to ease that burden, I told her that I would watch Riley on the two days this week that he didn’t have preschool.

I had originally thought that I would keep Riley at home and take the day off myself. I had mentioned to Nate that I might need a couple of days this week to be home with Riley, as I’ve described, and he suggested that I could bring Riley over to his house and his wife, Mary, would keep an eye on Riley while I got some work done. Riley would be able to play with his kids and it would be a good work day.

One hundred and forty thousand and sixty one dollars and ninety six cents

I’ve been trying to have my 401k from my old employer transferred into a new tax-deferred “vehicle”. I finally managed to get all of the paperwork handled, and sent it all away to be processed. Recently I received a notice that there was a certified letter to pick up at the post office.

Digressing into my first annoyance- I am home all day, pretty much every day, because I work from home. Please, Ms. Postwoman, knock on my door instead of filling out one of those stupid little pink cards and making me trek to the postoffice, which is way off yonder toward Yellow Springs, aka “nowhere”. Anyway…

Throttling

The past two weeks have seen an upswing in posts around here, and the consequence is that more spiders stop by, and the consequence is that they find the search links on the right. When the spiders hit the search links in quick succession without loading anything else, it digs a big crater where the server used to be. Well, I’m tired of that.

There are a ton of nasty bots that aren’t obeying the robots.txt, and really I think it can’t be relied upon to prevent the most heinous bots from destroying a site’s productive page serving. I’ve thrown some Apache modules at the issue, but they don’t seem to help. I’ve specifically excluded sections of the site from certain user agents, and that seems to do well, but there’s no avoiding getting trounced by these freaking ill-behaved spiders and comment spamming bots.

Make Twitter Useful

I’ve gotten a flood of new people following me on Twitter over the past couple days. If you had done this a week ago, you would already know all about how hectic my work has been this week, how I missed my train into the city to meet up with that work this morning, and how I plowed into the back of a BMW on 202 as a result of missing my train.

If you had signed up a month or two ago, you would have been able to follow my Habari tour from Philly down to BlogOrlando up to Columbus and back. In fact, I told Berta- Don’t expect me to call, you will be more informed about what I’m up to if you look at my Twitter page.

Get a Job, You Long-Haired Hippie!

We were discussing in our meeting yesterday why it’s so hard to find developers. I had a long-winded and complicated explanation.

Developers come in many varieties, with a wide range of experience. There are lots of people that call themselves “developers”, but a .net developer is not a PHP developer which is not a java developer. Each has different skills, and while picking up a new language may be easier for someone who already codes, they will lack all of the special knowledge of that language.